Melani Blazer

Moodswings

December 8th, 2007

I’ve come to the crazy conclusion that part of my…apathy, depression and dark outlook had much to do with my current WIP. After all, I’m writing a very difficult portion of story where not only has everything familiar been ripped away from protagonist, destroyed and forgotten by everyone else, she’s trapped in a world where her control is fleeting and frankly, there’s not a dim hope of light at the end of the tunnel. In other words, it eerily mirrors the outlook I’ve been living.

Now, yes, there are factors in my life that have affected my way of thinking, some bad news, some ugly situations and a come and go sense of helplessness that would likely be there regardless of what I’m writing. I’ve just made a huge decision to set the current WIP aside, because I know “escaping” to write, and then writing of something so dark, barren and empty is not what I need.

In case anyone’s concerned, I’m fine, health-wise, as is my family. My issues are fixable and I’ve done what I can to get the ball rolling. So no worries.

In fact, the purpose of this blog is not to whine and complain, but to acknowledge how reading AND writing something upbeat, fun and sprited can truly affect a whole person. I’ve switched to a story I’ve tinkered with on several occasions but haven’t seriously focused on. I’ve laughed, I’ve smiled and enjoyed the interplay between characters and am definitely looking forward to more.

Moral of the story? If you’re down, find yourself a funny, FUN book… and read!

Vote, please!

November 8th, 2007

I just learned ANIMAL PLANET is working with WWF (World Wildlife Fund, Inc.) to make an effort to save the endangered animals.

With our help, Animal Planet will donate up to $100,000 to WWF.

What do you say???

Head on over HERE and cast your vote. You don’t have to pay anything, subscribe to anything or linger on a page for more than a moment. Click your favorite animal or pick one randomly. Be sure to go back, as you can vote once per day. If any of you have kids, have them pick, and make sure they know what good they’re doing for those beautiful animals.

Dreams and eyeball woes

October 29th, 2007

First, the eyeball woes are those of my daughter. Reoccuring pink eye is BAAAAAAAAAAAD and the doctor is getting seriously worried. She’s on high dose antibiotics, but is going apeshit crazy b/c she can’t look at computer or tv for any length of time, can’t read and has zero tolerance to light. Today was day three. The part that scares me is that a kid in her band class was diagnosed with MRSA, and while he/she’s been out of the class, I hate to think she had contact with this person before diagnosis OR that others there are contagious without being diagnosed yet. A few good cast thoughts would be appreciated. She’s learned how sucky it would be to be blind. (She’s been walking around with sunglasses, we’ve kept lights out/low for her, but she’s in misery). Doc follow up is Thursday. Hopefully these antibiotics do the trick this time.

As for my dream, it was one of those real-time, real-life full color dreams that left me startled and feeling out of place when I woke up. Like as in “I was there, I know I was, so how’d I end up here.”

My memory of the dream starts when I’d landed at the airport somewhere in England. I don’t recall the purpose of my trip, but it was only a three day/two night stay. I was staying with Angie (yes Angie, I know you don’t live in England or talk with a natty accent, but in my dream you did. bwahahaha), so she met me at the airport.

First thing was that I had to buy a bond in order to be there. Or in order to board the plane to get back, I guess. I wanted to buy it while I was still in the airport so I knew it was out of the way and could enjoy my stay. (The more preparation, the better I feel). The bond was 95 pounds, which I thought was fair, and I secured it. Angie was a little impatient, but only because we didn’t have much time and she wanted to do as much as possible before I left.

We went to this neat little pub and had a bite to eat. It was like an Applebee’s or TGIFridays, but with a British twist (or at least my imaginations version of one). I can still remember the smell of it–fried chicken, steak and a fruity pie-like dessert were the scents I remember, but again, to me it was wholly English and not Americanized at all. I wish I could describe it better, but a lot of the details have faded since this morning. I remember the ramp like twist that led into the dining area, the hum of people around us (I loved to listen to their accent) and the pale yellow tinge of the lights. I don’t remember what we ate, or talked about, but I can recall soaking it all in–the pictures and paintings and paraphenalia on the walls were such novelties to me.

After eating, we walked down town, passed office fronts and store fronts, some were open, some were closed. It was dark, and must have rained, because I remember how odd I found it to see the headlights glimmering off the road on the WRONG side of the street.

We went to her house, where Brianna and Angie’s husband were waiting. Brianna had gotten to stay up late to “meet” me, but went to be almost immediately after. I don’t recall talking much to her husband, but it was late and I was exhausted from the airports and plane ride and the whole excitement of being in another country.

I slept on the couch–and was happy to. I think it was a pull-out couch and Angie wanted to make it up, but I was tired (as were they) so I just curled up and fell asleep.

I woke up at 11 the next morning. 11 GMT, which was about 5am MY time. ugh. I was still groggy. I asked if I could shower and Angie’s husband told me I could and showed me to the larger bathroom with the stand up shower.

Their house was the most unusual thing and what really stuck out most in my mind. First off, I think the house was round. It was one story and sprawling, but the living room/kitchen area, while not quite round, were the center of the home with hallways shooting off in at least four different directions and various rooms at the end of those hallways. There were two bathrooms, on opposite ends of the living room. At those “corners” two hallways jutted off and created a “V” shape….
sorta of like >o< where the < and> are hallways and the “o” is the living room/ktichen. The bathroom was integrated into that “V” shape with a door off one of the two hallways–AND a door right at the tip of the “V” (it’s a dream, things are FUNKY). Anyway, I realized I hadn’t brought in my suitcases, so I retrieved them from Angie’s car and then promptly got all turned around in the house and couldn’t figure out which bathroom was which. Yeah, that’s me. Lost in her house. DUH!
In her defense, her bathroom was awesome. It was all jungle-like with hanging ferns and potted plants. The walls were dark green and white tile, the bathtub and sink were all a slate gray marble. Incredible.

I think I finally got my shower and it was off again. Sadly, that’s when the alarm went off, so I can’t say how things went after that. I had to share. Figured Angie would get a kick out of now being a Brit with an unusual house. I’ve had the visual of the dream lingering in my head all day. Gotta love those rich dreams like that, even if they have little meaning.

Wednesday night count

October 17th, 2007

Not much to report. Went to work, came home, picked up daughter because she has the next two days off school for “fall break”–I totally don’t remember those when I was in school. Then I wrote.

Work count as of tonight (I’m logging off and gonna do some handwriting, which will count toward tomorrow or whenever I have a chance to key it in….) is 17,462.


I’m braindead.
G’night!

Thar she blows….

October 3rd, 2007

It wasn’t really a blow… just a few sparks, a few scary-ass sparks. They’re terrifying when they’re coming from the cord attached to the computer, let me attest to that.

My laptop cord is dead.
Of course, it’s a Dell and this laptop has a notorious reputation for eating cords. I made it 18 months without needing a replacement. (I was tempted to order 2, just b/c I wanna make sure it’s available when I need another….)

I’m on the desktop model, which is weird. Bad thing is that all my writing is on the laptop and it has about 10 minutes of battery life left, tops. When daughter comes home Friday night, I’ll use her cord (same puter) and back everything up to disk (up to date… my last back up is about a month old) and then I can proceed. Sigh.

So, I’m off to work by hand, since that’s all I can right now. Hopefully I’ll think of something more … feasible to blog about. Right now I’m traumatized by sparks. Forgive me.

Ciao!

~Mel

Grrrr

September 28th, 2007

I posted this big long post and then got some error message and I see it didn’t post. Now lunch hour at work is over.

I tried!

Magic in my back yard

September 18th, 2007

I was supposed to write this last night (per my husband) who laughed at the whole thing and ended it with. “You’re gonna blog about this now, aren’t you?” Why, yes, yes I am!

We’re re-siding the house and currently working on the back yard. It’s starting to get dark and the mosquitos are getting vicious. I’m looking up, following a bad ’squito in hopes of smooshing him, and I see this ….thing flying through the yard and up to a nearby everygreen.

“Oooooh! A faerie!”

My husband gives me the do-I-need-to-have-you-committed look. “What?”

“A faerie, just flew into that tree.”

“A what?”

“A faerie. You know, about 3 inches long, light green. A faerie. Maybe she’s blessing the house or keeping watch over us or something.”

My husband snorts. “I don’t see anything.” Goes back to work.

I see another one. “There. There. See! It just landed on the branch.” (Disclaimer: yes, I know they’re bugs. They were beautiful and magical and made me WANT to believe in faeries again, so I was not letting go of the magic.)

“All I see is leaves.”

“You’re not looking hard enough. See? They’re beautiful. Two sets of wings. Light green.” Truth was, they DID look like faeries. Their legs hung down long and their body was so narrow they could easily be little people with wings.

Another landed on a lilac tree and I pulled the branch down. I was hoping it would fly away so he could see it “look” like a faerie. It of course, was simply a katydid and looked more like a walking leaf.

“That thing?” he asked.

“Use your imagination. It sounds better to think we’re surrounded by faeries who are blessing the work we’re doing on the house rather than a bevy of katydids.”

“What are you drinking?” he eyes me strangely.

“Just imagine, okay?”

“You’re gonna blog about this, aren’t you?”

So I went inside and told my daughter via IM about the beautiful faeries that were flitting around at twilight, dancing around with their pale green gossamer wings as they serenaded us with their ancient songs. She appreciated the fantasy, at least.

Katydids, faeries, whatever. I know it’s magic.

Whooo!

September 17th, 2007

I’m lame at blogging…and I thought this was still a semi secret until we got the details, but it looks like everyone else is talking about it, so I’ll jump in!

My Christmas story, When I Close My Eyes, was chosen to be in the Ellora’s Cave anthology from Pocket! It’s tentatively scheduled for 11/08!

I’m wicked excited and will blog more about the details, the other stories in the anthology (which I’m going to grab and read immediately) and to give you the final scoop as soon as I can.

Mother Nature spanked me!

August 28th, 2007

Sorry I’ve been AWOL. Had a run in with the big momma and she retaliated by taking a switch to me—actually, sent a nice tree branch down along the back of my house, part of which punctured through my bedroom ceiling and made it rain inside. No good. But power’s back on (obviously) we’ve got temporary patches and it’s been sunny, so we’ll survive pending repairs.

I took the opportunity to read by candlelight and devoured Karen Marie Monings’s Dark Fever. I love her work, so I was in virtual heaven despite Mother Nature’s temper tantrum.

But I’m blogging today because one of my Dearest and loveliest friends, Jaci Burton, has a book releasing today. Her Demon stories are exciting, face paced and the characters are amazing.
Check out her blog, which has an excerpt and details. Next time you’re at the bookstore, be sure to pick it up! You won’t be disappointed!

You gotta be kidding me!

August 22nd, 2007

My local paper had this article. It had my blood running cold.
Mothers and Fathers–give your children books at a young age–and then keep giving to keep them reading. Give books as gifts. If you find a “keeper” buy another copy and share it with a close friend. Talk about books with people. Instead of weather chit-chat while in line or waiting, ask if they’ve read anything good lately. Those of us who know the magic of books need to share it with others!
Can you imagine a world without books? I don’t even want to! Yet if these trends continue, reading for pleasure might go extinct!

One In Four Read No Books Last Year

By ALAN FRAM, Associated Press Writer

WASHINGTON - There it sits on your night stand, that book you’ve meant to read for who knows how long but haven’t yet cracked open. Tonight, as you feel its stare from beneath that teetering pile of magazines, know one thing - you are not alone.

One in four adults read no books at all in the past year, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll released Tuesday. Of those who did read, women and older people were most avid, and religious works and popular fiction were the top choices.

The survey reveals a nation whose book readers, on the whole, can hardly be called ravenous. The typical person claimed to have read four books in the last year - half read more and half read fewer. Excluding those who hadn’t read any, the usual number read was seven.

“I just get sleepy when I read,” said Richard Bustos of Dallas, a habit with which millions of Americans can doubtless identify. Bustos, a 34-year-old project manager for a telecommunications company, said he had not read any books in the last year and would rather spend time in his backyard pool.

That choice by Bustos and others is reflected in book sales, which have been flat in recent years and are expected to stay that way indefinitely. Analysts attribute the listlessness to competition from the Internet and other media, the unsteady economy and a well-established industry with limited opportunities for expansion.

When the Gallup Poll asked in 2005 how many books people had at least started - a similar but not directly comparable question - the typical answer was five. That was down from 10 in 1999, but close to the 1990 response of six.

In 2004, a National Endowment for the Arts report titled “Reading at Risk” found only 57 percent of American adults had read a book in 2002, a four percentage point drop in a decade. The study faulted television, movies and the Internet.

Who are the 27 percent of people the AP-Ipsos poll found hadn’t read a single book this year? Nearly a third of men and a quarter of women fit that category. They tend to be older, less educated, lower income, minorities, from rural areas and less religious.

At the same time, book enthusiasts abound. Many in the survey reported reading dozens of books and said they couldn’t do without them.

“I go into another world when I read,” said Charlotte Fuller, 64, a retired nurse from Seminole, Fla., who said she read 70 books in the last year. “I read so many sometimes I get the stories mixed up.”

Among those who said they had read books, the median figure - with half reading more, half fewer - was nine books for women and five for men. The figures also indicated that those with college degrees read the most, and people aged 50 and up read more than those who are younger.

Pollyann Baird, 84, a retired school librarian in Loveland, Colo., says J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter fantasy series is her favorite. But she has forced herself to not read the latest and final installment, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” because she has yet to file her income taxes this year due to an illness and worries that once she started the book, “I know I’d have to finish it.”

People from the West and Midwest are more likely to have read at least one book in the past year. Southerners who do read, however, tend to read more books, mostly religious books and romance novels, than people from other regions. Whites read more than blacks and Hispanics, and those who said they never attend religious services read nearly twice as many as those who attend frequently.

There was even some political variety evident, with Democrats and liberals typically reading slightly more books than Republicans and conservatives.

The Bible and religious works were read by two-thirds in the survey, more than all other categories. Popular fiction, histories, biographies and mysteries were all cited by about half, while one in five read romance novels. Every other genre - including politics, poetry and classical literature - were named by fewer than five percent of readers.

More women than men read every major category of books except for history and biography. Industry experts said that confirms their observation that men tend to prefer nonfiction.

“Fiction just doesn’t interest me,” said Bob Ryan, 41, who works for a construction company in Guntersville, Ala. “If I’m going to get a story, I’ll get a movie.”

Those likeliest to read religious books included older and married women, lower earners, minorities, lesser educated people, Southerners, rural residents, Republicans and conservatives.

The publishing business totaled $35.7 billion in global sales last year, 3 percent more than the previous year, according to the Book Industry Study Group, a trade association. About 3.1 billion books were sold, an increase of less than 1 percent.

The AP-Ipsos poll was conducted from August 6 to 8 and involved telephone interviews with 1,003 adults. It had a margin of sampling error of plus or minus 3 percentage points.

AP Manager of News Surveys Trevor Tompson and AP News Survey Specialist Dennis Junius contributed to this report.

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